We got off the bus and continued our journey on foot. Just a few hours passed and we were already at the bottom of the mountain, ready to begin our ascention.
We climbed higher and higher, althogh it was quite hard, we had no intention to give up.
The evening was coming and it became growing dark, so we started to look for night lodging (a place where to stay at night and put up a tent). After we found a cozy place near a river, boys put up tents, we gathered firewood, brought water, and girls cooked dinner. We ate, everyng was very tasty. We began singing and my brother Markiyan played the guitar. But we didn't have fun long, because we were really exhausted and a long way was awaiting us tomorrow, so we went to sleep.
In the morning we packed our things up and continued our journey. The top of the mountain was not far away, so we hoped to reach it and come down till the end of the day (or "on the same day"?). We went and went (we climbed upper and upper?), until we finally reached our destination.
On the top of the mountain we felt very happy and proud of ourselves. We enjoyed wonderful landscapes that stretched in front of us. I have never seen such beaty in my life, and I understood that my efforts were worth it.